𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 || 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑾𝒐𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝑪𝒓𝒚 𝑶𝒖𝒕

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐗𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐈: 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐈𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐥, 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐎𝐮𝐫 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝

꧁ CHAPTER XVIII ꧂

꧁ 301 AFTER CONQUEST ꧂

"BLOOD IS THE SEAL, DEVOTION, OUR CREED"

꧁ BARRISTAN ꧂

Tap. Tap. Tap, was the sound the sheathed blade made against the stone floors of the pyramid. It was an attempt at a cane since he refused to have one, but had come to the stubborn conclusion that he did in fact need one.

It will end soon, Barristan could sense. The rain, that is. On the matter of their fates, Barristan was not sure. He had suffered worse odds before, he knew. Duskendale, charging into that city in rebellion alone. On the plains of the Disputed Lands against the Nine Penny Kings, against Blackfyre. But in those days he was young. He was able. But as Ser Barristan Selmy walked through the Great Pyramid of Meereen, the understanding, as painful as it was, was obvious that he was no longer that young lad anymore.

The Greyjoy came as a surprise to him. Asha Greyjoy, the daughter of the would-be attempted king of the Iron Islands, Balon Greyjoy, here in Meereen, alone. A kraken in the wrong seas. But so am I, he thought, almost amused. A stalk of wheat that drifted too far in the wind..

Asha was furious upon her capture, and could be heard yelling throughout the halls of the pyramid. But then it was quiet. He had checked, she was fine, but the look in her eyes said otherwise. Like many in the pyramid, she feared what was to come. The little he could walk on his own, the few times he could see people about, Barristan saw the fear in them all. The fear that the rain would end, and they could be subject to the crucible once more.

"Ser Knight?"

Groaning a little in effort to walk, Ser Barristan looked up to see the ever loyal companion to Her Grace, Missandei, standing in concern and confusion as she approached.

"You should not be up, Ser."

"I needed.."

He coughed and tried waving her away to stay back from him, in any attempt to perhaps shield her from his sickness.

"I was dying in the room."

"Ser.."

You're dying in every room, he figured she was thinking. But looking upon the young woman, it was obvious she did not truly think that. She was good. She hoped for the best and always tried to find the silver lining in everything. But to his woes and whoas, Barristan could think of very few silver linings.

"I can escort you back to your chambers and prepare you a tea. It will help you sleep without waking up in a fit tonight."

"Respectfully.."

He shook his head, smiling before coughing a little.

"Whatever tea it is you make..does not seem to agree with this old man."

"You'll grow used to it."

Missandei chuckled warmly and comfortingly touched his shoulder to begin to guide him back. His sword still tapped on the floor, and Barristan knew his little adventure through the halls, his fight, was over.